altho' thro' foreign climes i range,

i know her heart will never change,

for her bosom burns with honour's glow,

my faithful higndssie, o.

for her i'll dare the billow's roar,

for her i'll trace a distant shore,

that indian wealth may lustre throw

around my higndssie, o.

she has my heart, she has my hand,

by secret troth and honour's band!

till the mortal stroke shally me low,

i'm thine, my higndssie, o.

farewell the glen sae bushy, o!

farewell the in sae rashy, o!

to othernds i now must go,

to sing my higndssie, o.